Malignance
A revolver crimson loaded
With each kiss you lust
And that final vein exploded
With each bliss I trust

A normal emotion is the puppet I feel
Lurking and pulsing as it's willing to hate
Lacking devotion is the miracle steel
Falling and cursing as it's fighting my fate

Can you hear them now, the ghosts of tomorrow?
Our massacre of today?
Can you hear me now, the host of our sorrow?
Your malignance of your ways?

The neo reason is failing you now
The benevolence of your bloodlusting reconstructing again
The newer treason is facing me now
The sick violence of my lacklusting deconstructing again

This puppet's strings now violet red
There's an empty heart now inside an empty shell
The rotting blood now stardust fed
There's an empty face now cracking under your bell

Can you hear the screams, the shadow's soul?
This puppet's grace now filling the abyss of torment
Can you face my dreams, the nightmare's toll?
Your Mistress face killing uprisal intent

Your soft laugh against my trembling hand into your neck
Lifeless dead cold, yet I can't strike against your heart
These strings are mine to control but you still control my rest
Threatened and sold, yet you laugh, rotting my heart

I can't decide of right or wrong in this puppet emotion
You kiss me and laugh at the wound, what did I get in resistance?
I'm always weak and you're strong with this onslaught corruption
You have and love your bondaged me, this puppet of your Malignance